My lawyer, Mrs. Greeley, told me that I would be sent to a maximum security level prison for the remainder of my life and that I was lucky not to have gotten a more severe punishment. That kind of confused me a bit because it really felt like that was pretty severe to me.
I was going to just tell you my prisoner number DOC12662791 but I figure what is the point of being secretive since I won’t be in any position to object to insults and jeers from the general public.
My name is Danny Donovan and I was born to immigrant parents with brogues so thick only people born in County Mayo could possibly understand a word they said even if it was supposed to be English. I was lucky to be under the care of Sisters of the Poor, who beat the correct pronunciation of English into my tear-stained face. The good sisters seemed to make a special effort with me probably because I was a really big boy growing up and towered over my short father, who barely came up to my shoulder. I also was overly fond of food and like to eat my poor family out of house and home.
My academic endeavors were cut short by the necessity to put food on the table so I joined my dad in the loading and unloading of cargo from the large transport ships that lined the piers only a short distance from our neighborhood. The heavy labor helped build my body into a hulking mass of muscle that made most men avoid getting into conversation with me unless forced to do so.
However, I discovered that most of the young girls and even some of the desperate for loving wives in the neighborhood were more than willing to talk to me and encourage me to display my love tool just to see if its size and girth matched my fearsome bulk. In fact, my long shaft was most impressive and soon a lot of the local females had dubbed it, “The Monster.”
Since my parents were not comfortable having a cock-wielding youngster of eighteen running around with females in his bed and room, I found that the best way to take care of business was to just push the girls up against the wall in a deserted hallway or the basement of some building nearby. I had some favorite spots but I generally just headed to the closest wall and banged them until I shot my load in their happy pussies.
My only rule was that I would not make any female under eighteen take it and I would immediately cease all physical contact whenever any female told me to stop with a tone of sincerity. Sometimes they would immediately tell me to start again because it was just a ploy to show they were being made to do something and that they were not responsible for getting fucked standing up against a wall. I could easily understand that because most of the girls and the housewives were really good girls at heart and they just wanted a little bit of excitement in their lackluster lives.
I generally did at least one different girl each day and some days I did a couple of them if I felt really rambunctious and eager to hump. I liked doing it standing up because the feel of having a pretty vagina stretched around my thick cock with the girl facing the wall was so inspiring that I drove my cock deep and true into their wet little pussies. Sometimes the girls would look over their shoulders at me and I could tell right where they were at in their approaching orgasm by the shine in their pretty eyes. I seldom played with their defenseless behinds because I felt it was a trifle unseemly and beyond my needs to achieve full satisfaction. However, some of the older women, usually the married ones, begged and pleaded with me to give it to them hard on their backside with my heavy rough hands. I was only too happy to oblige them because I liked the meaty sound of my hand on their plump rounded globes.
It was a quiet Friday night that I met up with Molly Malone, who lived directly across the street from my parents' house. She was a little unsteady because she had already had a couple of beers down at McGinty’s Alehouse and was in a very playful mood to be sure.
She almost dragged me into the alley between her house and the funeral parlor next door and told me to lift her skirts in the back.
“I want to be pounded by your 'Monster,' Mister Donovan. Show me no mercy!”
It didn’t take me but the blink of an eye to get her bent forward and tight against the wall of the funeral parlor. My cock slid inside smoothly and I read the advertisement on the wall over her pretty head that promised complete satisfaction with all interment services or money cheerfully refunded. I thought it to be very amusing but restrained from laughing out loud for fear of disturbing Molly’s concentration on the job at hand.
We were right on the final dash to the finish line when Officer O’Toole from the Thirteenth Precinct stuck his head in the alley and said, “What do we have going on here?”
I was already beyond the point of no return and delivered my load to pretty Molly’s pussy, moaning my happy release. Poor Molly was totally dismayed to realize the handsome Terrance O’Toole was viewing her bare bottom split wide open by my Monster cock.
“Oh, officer, please stop this awful fellow from abusing my poor bottom. I am Molly Malone and my father is Councilman Malone. A good girl I am.”
I immediately withdrew from pretty Molly’s buttocks and restored my huge cock inside the confines of my trousers. I showed Constable O’Toole the palms of my hands in a sign that he would not get any trouble from Danny Donovan.
At the instigation of Councilman Malone, the charges of felonious assault were drawn up and I faced a trial of twelve of my peers, who listened to the long sordid story with little effort from my court-appointed Attorney Mrs. Greeley. She was a nice middle-aged woman with several children but she still insisted that I reenact the entire scene in the alley with her facing the cement wall of my small cell. We had complete privacy because of the Attorney-Client privilege and I more than happy to pound her pretty upper-class arse against the barren wall. We did it every time we were alone and she did her best for me but was faced with the political influence of the Councilman on the other side.
I guess I was lucky they didn’t string me up for a worse crime even if I was only fulfilling a young girl’s dream of satisfying a Monster.
The prison was in a rural area of the State and the high grey walls were depressing and bleak. I didn’t get much trouble from the other inmates because of my size and muscles but the guards were pleased to use me as a trussed-up punching bag on many an occasion. On one such incident, they accidently cracked one of my ribs so I was sent to the infirmary for patching up. Inside the spotless white walls of the small hospital, I was tended to by a slim girl with dark skin and the most puffed up lips I had ever seen. I wondered if she had been puffed up by some operation or if it was a natural genetic feature from birth.
“Sit here, Mister Donovan. My name is Doctor Priya and I must ask you to remove all clothing except for your underpants, of course.”
I stripped down to my boxers and she started to run her fingers around my chest and tummy, making my “Monster” rise to the occasion almost immediately.
The pretty Doctor giggled and told me, “You are a naughty man, Mister Donovan. I have heard you have forced yourself on hundreds of defenseless females and will be in here where you cannot do any more damage to fearful female slits.”
I saw that we were alone and that nobody had any interest in us in the treatment area behind the curtain. I allowed my hand to slide up the Doctor’s skirt and found she was wearing nothing underneath. My fingers went immediately into her slick wet pussy and she acted like nothing was happening at all. I didn’t even have to move my hand because the skillful doctor was using my fingers to get into every corner of her vagina simply by rotating her shapely hips and hunching up on my hand in a rhythmic movement that approximated taking a cock inside her bushy hole. I could smell the sex coming off her in waves of exciting perfume. Her hand fell down and she pulled my huge cock out into the light of the bright operating lamp. She must have done this before with a lot of prisoners because she rotated me around in the chair and grasped my dick with her gentle hand. I could see her long fingernails were decorated with a jungle like design that made me feel like I was at the mercy of her dangerous claws.
Quickly, she pushed my knees apart and stroked me into a pre-cum dripping state of anticipation. Shielded by the bulk of my body and the high-backed chair, Doctor Priya dropped her pretty face into my lap and wrapped her puffed up lips around my Monster with talented authority. I watched her head rising and falling and saw that she looked up at me with depraved yearning in her soft brown eyes. The unexpected splash of my man-juices took her by surprise but she quickly swallowed to suck it all down into her belly. All of the evidence was gone. She put my equipment away and bound my rib up with determined skill. I used the opportunity to explore every corner and nook of her delicious behind and she gave not the slightest indication that anything untoward was going on.
I went back to my cell with a fierce resolve to repeat the performance as often as possible in the future. I wondered if any other females were in dire need of filling in other areas of the facility. My research located a plain-faced but attractive Chaplain’s wife in the Chapel who conducted Bible Study classes for the inmates. She was resolutely stand-offish with all of the inmates and the guards alike. I could tell within a few minutes that she was screaming inside for some attention to her ignored pussy. Her dedicated but decidedly effeminate spouse was often busy counseling the inmates in other matters. I took the excuse of helping her to stack the bibles on the top shelf and adding a number of religious reading materials to the lower shelves to look up her dress and see that she was wearing the skimpiest of undies and was in the habit of shaving her pussy closely. Both of these facts indicated she was interested in more than imparting Bible facts to the male populace.
It was fairly easy to bump the stool on which she stood and cause her to literally fall into my arms. From that point, it was a simple jump to get her dress adjusted above her waistline and find easy entry into her slick wet pussy from behind. We could not do it against a wall the way I preferred but it was just as much fun to mount her like a pony and give it to her from above so deep that I tended to bottom out inside her vagina with almost every thrust. Soon, the poor woman was pleading with me not take it out until she had reached her release.
After that, I made it a point to show up for Bible Study each and every week and we always managed to find a private moment to reaffirm out devotion to deep impalement. I even managed to have several bouts with my health that made it necessary to visit the infirmary for treatment from Doctor Priya.
It was beginning to look like life behind bars was not all that bad after all.
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